Eight-line Poems

Goodnight

Goodnight

High in the sky rides the moon,
a sliver of silver in velvet bed,
with diamond stars random strewn
on sheets of blackest thread.

Overarching coverlet,
the heavens our nightly spread,
and tucked in earthly pallet,
the world’s asleep in bed.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 02.18.24
Prompt: Write a silver poem.